Chapter 1: The Fall of Helios
I was born under the twin suns of Helios, a world of splendor and light.
As the crown prince, my life had been filled with endless responsibilities, but my heart had always yearned for something more than the palace walls could offer. My people believed I would bring forth a new age, but I always felt chained to a destiny not of my choosing.One fateful evening, under the blood-red skies, the invaders came from the stars.
They tore through the heavens with silver ships, breaking our defenses within hours. My father, King Altair, was slain in the palace halls. I watched as the invaders ransacked the sacred grounds of Mount Zion, the heart of our magic, and desecrated everything we held dear.I was captured that night, shackled like a common criminal. My captors were alien, their forms cloaked in darkness.
As they hauled me aboard their ship, I heard a voice in my mind, one that was familiar yet foreign. "Even the lawful captive shall be delivered." I didn't understand what it meant, but a flicker of hope ignited in my chest.
In the vastness of space, I found myself a prisoner on a foreign world known as Nexa. The people there were not unlike us, humanoid but with a coldness in their eyes, devoid of the warmth of Helios.
My captors brought me before their queen, Aurelia, who was both terrifying and captivating. Her skin was as pale as moonlight, her eyes like pools of midnight."Prince Orion of Helios," she said, her voice a soft purr. "I have heard of you. A warrior, a leader... yet now you are mine."I glared at her, defiant. "I will never belong to you."Her smile was icy.
"We shall see."Though I despised her, there was an undeniable connection between us. A pull, like gravity, that I could not explain. It was as though something ancient tied our fates together. In the coming weeks, I realized Aurelia was not just a conqueror ,she wielded a dark, mysterious magic.
A magic I could feel deep within my own blood, as if it resonated with something hidden inside me.
Months passed in captivity. My once proud spirit was battered, but not broken. In the quiet moments of solitude, I would recall the stories of my ancestors, those who had harnessed the ancient powers of Mount Zion.
It was said that only those of royal blood could tap into the sacred magic, a magic older than time itself.I felt that power stirring within me now, though I did not understand how to control it. But one night, as I lay in my cell, I heard it ,a faint song carried on the wind, a song that spoke of home. It was the voice of Mount Zion, calling to me across the stars.
"Upon Mount Zion, there shall be deliverance," the voice whispered.I rose from my bed, feeling a surge of strength I hadn't felt in months. My chains seemed to dissolve under my touch. The power of Zion was awakening within me, and with it, the realization that I had the means to escape .